Day 53 of Deidara, Freeman’s Year 609

I have been sitting in this dark barren dank room for days after coming mere seconds away from meeting good ole Garl Glittergold.  Our gang came inches away from perilous defeat, but we triumphed thanks to the ingenuity of all. After all, we are the Faterinos! 

Although I may be recovering from my physical wounds, my mind remains in a state of turmoil and anguish.  We have barricaded ourselves in this room to heal with no ventilation.  I have stuffed split rope into my nostrils from the rank stench over the days.  In fact a bloodied, gimped Woodbine just defecated in the corner.  But bemoan more I will not. Nevertheless, despite this, nothing resides here but the wondrous shimmering black pearl. Its glare blinds me with temptation. It taunts me with its stare!  Imagine what powers it may hold (and what price it might fetch).  Yet Thunderhead forbids me from nearing it. Damn that blubbering dwarf! I must have it. Yet a pestering force of heroism surrounds our band of adventurers. I am reluctantly drawn in. Their bravery and fortitude in the face of unknown evil eases my cynicism.  For what reason has Fate brought us unlikely characters together? Perhaps the answer lies within this mysterious crypt…